Hugs.
I could use one right now.
And not the quick kind.
Preferably one massive hug that lasts longer than a minute.
The first and last proper hugs I received in months were from family friends I had not seen in over five years.
And it didn’t click that I was hugged because of how foreign that action from a human has become to me.
Pillows have been my hugging partner lately.
They’re cuddly and I can hug them for hours.
But I know they don’t provide the same “happy hormones” that we would get from hugging another human.
I never realized how much hugging has often released some sadness and tension within me until I barely received any.
And I never knew I would miss hugging as much as I do now.
When I was young, most of the hugs I remember happened after arguments or misunderstandings or congratulatory hugs after obtaining an award or being promoted to the next grade.
I don’t recall how I became an avid hugger fan, especially longing to receive hugs for comfort.
I really would want a panda hug right now.
And not just the quick kind.
Preferably a hug that’s strong enough to keep me standing on my two feet.
